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Title: How Private George W. Peck Put Down The Rebellion
or, The Funny Experiences of a Raw Recruit - 1887
Author: George W. Peck
Release Date: May 16, 2008 [EBook #25492]
Language: English
*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PRIVATE GEORGE W. PECK ***
Produced by David Widger
titlepage (106K)
HOW PRIVATE GEORGE W. PECK PUT DOWN THE
REBELLION
or, THE FUNNY EXPERIENCES OF A RAW RECRUIT.By George W. Peck
1887Contents
CHAPTER I. CHAPTER X. CHAPTER XIX.
CHAPTER II. CHAPTER XI. CHAPTER XX.
CHAPTER III. CHAPTER XII. CHAPTER XXI.
CHAPTER IV. CHAPTER XIII. CHAPTER XXII.
CHAPTER V. CHAPTER XIV. CHAPTER XXIII.
CHAPTER VI. CHAPTER XV. CHAPTER XXIV.
CHAPTER VII. CHAPTER XVI. CHAPTER XXV.
CHAPTER VIII. CHAPTER XVII. CHAPTER XXVI.
CHAPTER IX. CHAPTER XVIII. CHAPTER XXVII.List of Illustrations
Mounting a Horse from the Top of A Rail Fence
On Went the Two Night Riders
Great Caesar's Ghost How It Did Taste
Never Did Know, How I Got out of the General's Tent
A Solemn Funeral Oration
You Are a Darling Good Man
Engineer Threw a Lump of Coal and Hit Me
We Went Into the Camp That Way
Just Promoted to the Proud Position of Corporal
Xcuse Me, But What Kind of a Thing is That?
Two Very Long Stockings, Came over the Pulpit
Gave a Yell That Could Have Been Heard A Mile
She Gave Him a Piece of Her Mind
I Forbid You Touching That Mare
Stood There for a Minute, Like A Horse StatuteCHAPTER I.
The War Literature of the "Century" is very Confusing—I am
Resolved to tell the True Story of the War—How and "Why I
Became a Raw Recruit—My Quarters—My Horse—My First Ride.
For the last year or more I have been reading the articles in the C e n t u r y magazine, written by generals and things
who served on both the Union and Confederate sides, and have been struck by the number of "decisive battles" that
were fought, and the great number of generals who fought them and saved the country. It seems that each general on
the Union side, who fought a battle, and writes an article for the aforesaid magazine, admits that his battle was the
one which did the business. On the Confederate side, the generals who write articles invariably demonstrate that
they everlastingly whipped their opponents, and drove them on in disorder. To read those articles it seems strange
that the Union generals who won so many decisive battles, should not have ended the war much sooner than they
did, and to read the accounts of battles won by the Confederates, and the demoralization that ensued in the ranks of
their opponents, it seems marvellous that the Union army was victorious. Any man who has followed these generals
of both sides, in the pages of that magazine, must conclude that the war was a draw game, and that both sides were
whipped. Thus far no general has lost a battle on either side, and all of them tacitly admit that the whole thing
depended on them, and that other commanders were mere ciphers. This is a kind of history that is going to mix up
generations yet unborn in the most hopeless manner.
It has seemed to me as though the people of this country had got so mixed up about the matter that it was the duty
of some private soldier to write a description of t h e decisive battle of the war, and as I was the private soldier who
fought that battle on the Union side, against fearful odds, v i z: against a Confederate soldier who was braver than I
was, a better horseback rider, and a better poker player, I feel it my duty to tell about it. I have already mentioned it to
a few veterans, and they have advised me to write an article for the C e n t u r y, but I have felt a delicacy about entering
the lists, a plain, unvarnished private soldier, against those generals. While I am something of a liar myself, and can
do fairly well in my own class, I should feel that in the C e n t u r y I was entered in too fast a class of liars, and the result
would be that I should not only lose my entrance fee, but be distanced. So I have decided to contribute this piece of
history solely for the benefit of the readers of my own paper, as they will believe me.
It was in 1864 that I joined a cavalry regiment in the department of the Gulf, a raw recruit in a veteran regiment. It
may be asked why I waited so long before enlisting, and why I enlisted at all, when the war was so near over. I know
that the most of the soldiers enlisted from patriotic motives, and because they wanted to help shed blood, and wind
up the war. I did not. I enlisted for the bounty. I thought the war was nearly over, and that the probabilities were that the
legiment I had enlisted in would, be ordered home before I could get to it. In fact the re-cruiting officer told me as
much, and he said I would get my bounty, and a few months' pay, and it would be just like finding money. He said at
that late day I would never see a rebel, and if I did have to join the regiment, there would be no fighting, and it would
just be one continued picnic for two or three months, and there would be no more danger than to go off camping for a
duck shoot. At my time of life, now that I have become gray, and bald, and my eyesight is failing, and I have become
a grandfather, I do not want to open the sores of twenty-two years ago. I want a quiet life. So I would not assert that
the recruiting officer deliberately lied to me, but I was the worst deceived man that ever enlisted, and if I ever meet
that man, on this earth, it will go hard with him. Of course, if he is dead, that settles it, as I shall not follow any man
after death, where I am in doubt as to which road he has taken, but if he is alive, and reads these lines, he can hear
of something to his advantage by communicating with me. I would probably kill him. As far as the bounty was
concerned, I got that all right, but it was only three-hundred dollars. Within twenty-four hours after I had been credited
to the town from which I enlisted, I heard of a town that was paying as high as twelve-hundred dollars for recruits. I
have met with many reverses of fortune in the course of a short, but brilliant career, have loaned money and never got
it back, have been taken in by designing persons on three card monte, and have been beaten trading horses, but I
never suffered much more than I did when I found that I had got to go to war for a beggerly three-hundred dollars
bounty, when I could have had twelve hundred dollars by being credited to another town. I think that during two years
and a half of service nothing tended more to dampen my ardor, make me despondent, and hate myself, than the loss
of that nine-hundred dollars bounty. There was not an hour of the day, in all of my service, that I did not think of what
might have been. It was a long time before I brought to my aid that passage of scripture, "There is no use crying for
spilled bounty," but when I did it helped me some. I thought of the hundreds who didn't get any bounty.
I joined my regiment, and had a cavalry horse issued to me, and was assigned to a company. I went up to the
captain of the company, whom I had known as a farmer before the war commenced, and told him I had come to help
him put down the rebellion. I never saw a man so changed as he was. I thought he would ask me to bring my things
into his tent, and stay with him, but he seemed to have forgotten that he had known me, when he worked on the farm.
He was dressed up nicely, and I thought he put on style, and I could only think of him at home, with his overalls tucked
in his boots, driving a yoke of oxen to plow a field. He seemed to feel that I had known him under unfavorable
circumstances before the war, and acted as though he wanted to shun me. I had drawn an infantry knapsack, at
Madison, before I left for the front, and had it full of things, besides a small trunk. The captain called a soldier and told
him to find quarters for me, and I went out of his presence. At my quarters, which consisted of what was called a pup-
tent, I found no conveniences, and it soon dawned on me that war was no picnic, as that lying recruiting officers had
told me it was. I found that I had got to throw away my trunk and knapsack, and all the articles that I couldn't strap on a
saddle, and when I asked for a mattress the men laughed at me. I had always slept on a mattress, or a feather bed,
and when I was told that I would have to sleep on the ground, under that little tent, I felt hurt. I had known the colonel
when he used to teach school at home, and I went to him and told him what kind of a way they were treating me, but
he only laughed. He had two nice cots in his tent, and I told him I thought I ought to have a cot, too. He laughed some
more. Finally I asked him who slept in his extra cot, and intimated that I had rather sleep in his tent than mine, but he
sent me away, and said he would see what could be done. I laid on the ground that night, but I didn't sleep. If I ever
get a pension it will be for rheumatism caught by sleeping on the ground. The rheumatism has not got hold of me yet,
though twenty-two years have passed, but it may be lurking about my system, for all I know.I had never rode a horse, before enlisting. The only thing I had ever got straddle of was a stool in a country printing
office, and when I was first ordered to saddle up my horse, I could not tell which way the saddle and bridle went, and I
got a colored man to help me, for which I paid him some of the remains of my bounty. I hired him permanently, to take
care of my horse, but I soon learned that each soldier had to take care of his own horse. That seemed pretty hard. I
had been raised a pet, and had edited a newspaper, which had been one of the most outspoke